The French officer told me, it was an illiberal farcafm at the church, which had begun in the theatre about the time the Tartuffe was given in it, by Moliere-but, like others remains of Gothic manners, was declining--Every nation, continued he, have their refinements and groffieretes, in which they take the lead, and lose it of one another by turns that he had been in most countries, but never in one where he found not fome delicacies, which others seemed to want. Le POUR, et le CONTRE Je trouvent en chaque nation; there is a balance, faid he, of good and bad .every where ; and nothing but the knowing it is so can emancipate one half of the world from the prepoffeffions which it

holds against the other-that the advantage of travel, as it regarded the savoir vivre, was by feeing a great deal both of men and manners; it taught us mutual toleration;

and mutual toleration,

concluded he, making me a bow, taught

us mutual love.

The old French officer delivered this with an air of such candour and good sense, as coincided with my first -favourable impreffions of his character-I thought I loved the man; but I fear I mistook the object-'twas my own way of thinking the difference was, I could not have expressed it half so well.

It is alike troublesome to both the rider and his beaft-if the latter goes pricking up his ears, and starting all the way at every object which he never faw before -I have as little torment of this kind as any creature alive; and yet I honestly confefs, that many a thing gave me pain, and that I blush'd at many a word the first month-which I found inconfequent and perfectly innocent the fecond.

Madame de Rambouliet, after an acquaintance of about fix weeks with her, had done me the honour to take me in her coach about two leagues out of town -Of all women, Madame de Rambouliet is the most correct;. and I never wish to fee one of more virtues and

purity of heart-In our return back, Madame de Rambouliet defired me to pull the cord-I asked her if she wanted any thing-Rien que piffer, faid Madame

de Rambouliet

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Grieve not, gentle traveller, to let Madame de Rambouliet p-fs on-And, ye fair myftic nymphs! go each one pluck your rose, and scatter them in your path -for Madame de Rambouliet did no more-I handed Madame de Rambouliet out of the coach; and had I been the prieft of the chaste CASTALIA, I could not have ferved at her fountain with a more respectful decorum.

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